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Shaving body hair is something that we learn is a 'natural' thing to do, while growing up into a woman. But at one point I realised that it was just some bullshit for the male gaze.
Shaving body hair is something that we learn is a ‘natural’ thing to do, while growing up into a woman. But at one point I realised that it was just some bullshit for the male gaze.
I remember the first time when one of my mother’s friends took me to the parlor and got my hands waxed. I was in the 12th and the waxing pain shook me. But then I knew or was ‘taught’ that I was a grown up lady and to look pretty and beautiful and desirable, waxing is a ‘natural’ process to go through.
I didn’t mind that because I wanted to look pretty amidst all the ‘inferiority complex’ that I had since childhood. The process continued and every time it pained, I used to ask “why?”, and the answers were
It was during my graduate years that I started thinking about these concepts of ‘prettiness’, ‘beauty’, ‘Guys love…’, and reached the conclusion that I did not want to look pretty/ beautiful for a guy or for society. I did not want to cater to anybody’s desires.
I understood the reasons for the ‘beautification’. I decided that I will not be getting my body waxed during my 2nd year in graduate college, but the trauma started when my mother, cousins and college mates got to know about it. It’s a huge step to go against society, almost like challenging a societal norm, and amidst all their advice, body shaming by cousins, and strict orders from mother, I was forced to get myself waxed.
However, my conviction of not getting my body waxed or shaved got stronger with time, and I made sure that I do it only once or twice a year, specifically for attending weddings or other events at home. It was just to avoid those judgmental looks and body shaming.
It was last year when my abusive ex started body shaming me for not getting my body shaved, and it made me feel like a slave doll who was supposed to get her hair removed to cater to the demands of my ex to keep him hitched.
It was the moment of realization for me that my conviction was different but it was right. That I knew my worth since graduation, that I could think of something other women can’t. That I am born to go against the flow.
It has been 10-months now that I have completely boycotted shaving my body hair. Generally people come with a number of illogical arguments about how waxing is to clean up the body. But now that I am a fairly well-read woman, scientifically, our body hair are there to save our skin from dirt, be it our mustache, eyelashes, or hair on hand and legs. Even the pubic hair is there to stop letting dirt affect the most sensitive part of our body- Our Vagina.
Now that not only I have more conviction about what I believe in, but also have the logical reasoning behind my conviction, I wholeheartedly love my body hair. I do not get myself waxed to add another pain to my life, and I am living life strongly. I still look pretty, and I am still beautiful, but this time, it’s just for MYSELF.
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'Dr Saloni will take care of everything,' my MIL said. My cowardly husband refused to go against his mother’s wishes. I was left to fend for myself!
Some time ago, I went to a marriage ceremony with my parents. It was a very high-profile marriage – not the ones we usually were invited to – but in this case it was Ramesh uncle’s son’s marriage. Ramesh uncle was my father’s first cousin. He began his career as a humble elevator operator at the TIC business group. With his sheer hard work, grit, and the knack of sensing the right opportunities, within eighteen years he became the president of the company. My father and he were the best of friends during their school time.
Half an hour before the stipulated time, we left our house, hired an auto and reached the venue. All four of us were in our best outfits. Getting out of the auto and looking at each other, we were highly convinced that we were going to fit in just right. As we crossed the dazzling and beautiful portico, we felt very insignificant compared to the big lawn and building lying ahead.
Mother was wearing all the jewellery she had got, including the big old-fashioned necklace, earrings and shiny bangles. Father was wearing a velvet coat, brother had put on a light orange shirt with a black check coat, I myself was wearing a red salwar kurta with a net dupatta. I had put on a necklace with red beads which at the time of wearing looked very pretty to me. Now looking at the other guests, I felt all four of us must be looking like clowns who had come for a fancy-dress competition. I felt my brother and parents were also feeling self-conscious and uneasy now.
Live-in relationships are legal in the eyes of the law. Read on to know more on the rights of women in live-in relationships.
Live-in relationships may sound exciting. But sometimes they become complicated, especially for women and the children born from a live-in relationship. It’s important to be aware of rights of women in live-in relationships.
Live-in relationships are where a woman and man live under one roof with mutual consent, like husband and wife, but without getting married. This has become very common in metropolitan cities these days, where two independent people simply do not want to get married. This relationship can be terminated without the consent of the other party.
Live-in relation may not be recognized completely at the social level, but Indian law does consider this relationship to be legal.
A few days back, my friend shared a “We Waxed Our Legs” video our WhatsApp group. That is when a debate 'to wax or not' broke out over frantic texts!
A few days back, my friend shared a “We Waxed Our Legs” video our WhatsApp group. That is when a debate ‘to wax or not’ broke out over frantic texts!
To wax or not to wax has been an age-old dilemma for women. Everything a woman does has social repercussions. If she waxes, she is not supporting feminism and adhering to societal beauty standards. If she does not, she is defying them.
Small-town high-school girls with limited means, agency, circumstances remain what our parents think best. We get some freedom only when we can set out for college (or so we hope.) So, our bodies continue to be largely unexplored territories even to ourselves. Hence the sense of wonder and fascination towards wax strips.
Women in charge of their sexuality are slut shamed as opposed to men who are lauded for being 'studs'. When will all this end?
Women in charge of their sexuality are slut shamed as opposed to men who are lauded for being ‘studs’. When will all this end?
“Hey, don’t waste your time in all that seriousness on love and relationships; it’s not worth it!” – My friend quipped the other day when I lamented the fact that most people of my generation do not want, do not look for meaningful relationships; that it’s all about sex and one night stands, breaking up and moving on and ultimately marrying the person your parents choose for you after having your share of ‘fun’.
Well, no doubt, as a responsible, grown-up adult you are free to make decisions about every sphere of your life. However, the imbalance comes in with the difference in the definition of ‘fun’ for men and women and the terms attached to the sexes.